A highly developed civilization was once born there, and wise creatures mastered the various powers of the world and called themselves God.
Later, they disliked the title of God and felt that there was a higher level of existence above God, a more perfect form of life.
It was just as they climbed to that stage that the Ice Age arrived.
The sun no longer rises, the rivers no longer flow, and everything in the world is silent.
The powerful superiors used various methods to save themselves, but they were useless. After leaving the familiar world and losing the foundation for everything, the superiors became vulnerable and vulnerable.
Therefore, the lower-ranking people are abandoned and the limited resources are concentrated in the hands of the higher-ranking people.
They built various doomsday fortresses, including food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink, and entertainment. They had everything.
During the long glacial years, one doomsday fortress after another collapsed, malfunctioned, and eventually perished.
The rules of the outside world seem to have changed, many common sense and common sense have changed, subverted or even disappeared. The ideal design of the perfect doomsday fortress is full of loopholes, just like a giant ship that sinks as soon as it was launched.
Even if it was lucky enough to sink, there were still loopholes. Large ships with leaks were sailing on the sea, plugging the leaks while pumping water. Even so, you can still feel the continuous rise of the waterline.
Some people end their lives because they can't bear the boundless loneliness and mental disorder, while the remaining people keep encouraging themselves and persevere.
No one knows how long this cold and darkness will last. Maybe the sun will rise as usual tomorrow, but which day will it be tomorrow?
Someone walked out of the fortress, went to explore outside, and then went back.
Someone has exhausted supplies or energy and has to go out to search for resources and then there is no news.
But someone came back and brought back news of dawn and dawn.
Some people believed it and immediately walked out of the fortress of doomsday, but were quickly besieged and killed.
There is no dawn, and there is a deeper darkness ahead of the darkness, enough to devour all darkness. If you want to survive, you can only trick the people in the Fortress of Doomsday, kill them, and possess their resources.
But these people entered the Doomsday Fortress and found that the structures inside had all collapsed, and food, energy and various resources were exhausted.
There was no valuable item in the fortress except for the corpse.
Good news keeps coming.
But no one believes the so-called good news anymore.
The God of Harvest grew up in such an environment. Of course, he was not called the God of Harvest at that time.
He has killed his fellow students, eaten with fellow students, and was almost eaten by fellow students.
Resource shortages, and some fellow tribes voluntarily enter dormant state, saving energy and resources.
More and more people were sleeping, but they did not wait for the awakening of their own tribe, but waited for the butcher knife that they fell from their own tribe.
The so-called trust cannot illuminate the darkness at all, nor can it warm people's hearts.
This is how the God of Harvest has spent the happiest, but also the most difficult period.
He chose to hibernate, but before he could enter a deep sleep, he was awakened by the battle and survived the fierce battle until the end.
The God of Harvest tried to contact other doomsday fortresses, but received no response.
Maybe there is really no one, maybe there is someone, but I dare not answer.
Finally, the God of Harvest, who had enough food and drink, brought the last supplies and stepped out of the fortress and moved in one direction.
Maybe it's perseverance, maybe it's luck.
In short, when he was about to be swallowed by despair, he saw a light.
He gathered his strength to run towards the light.
It’s like looking at a door that is about to be closed, watching the light coming out of the crack in the door keep narrowing and shortening, the strongest desire in my heart is to, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
The God of Harvest almost jumped up and crossed from the border of darkness into the light.
At that moment, he felt trembling all over his body.
The sunlight made him uncomfortable and even caused him great pain.
But he was still in it for a long time and was unwilling to return to the darkness that was so close to him.
He looked at the distant earth greedily.
Although it is covered with ice and snow, the ice and snow are melting.
There were constant rumbling sounds coming from afar, huge icebergs collided, shattered, and the wide ice layer collapsed and sank, and liquid mixed with unknown things emerged from below and splashed.
The God of Harvest was walking aimlessly forward.
Through the ice, he vaguely saw a group of strange buildings and tools, and also saw many biological remains that looked very similar to himself.
It should be considered...wreck...
The ice melts faster than the God of Harvest. There is no ice and snow ahead. There are ponds of large and small sizes on the ground. There are ice cubes of different thicknesses floating on the water surface, and it is pushed to the shore by the water.
The person next to him.
The God of Harvest has checked...
Dead, dead, or dead...
There is no characteristic of life.
Until one day, he discovered a living person, but the living person said a few words in a dim manner and died.
The God of Harvest was numb and continued to move forward.
Until...a hand grabbed his ankle...
That should be a female, a beautiful creature that causes the God of Harvest to have impulsiveness.
The female used her last strength to lift a baby curled up, with a longing gaze in her eyes.
The God of Harvest brought the child over.
The hand stroked his foot with a snuggle, and then fell down dejectedly.
The food on the earth is rich, so children grow very fast and can go downstairs and run in a few days, and continue to run ahead of the God of Harvest.
The God of Harvest just walked slowly, and after walking for a while, you will have to rest for a long time.
The road that walked out of the darkness hurt his legs and feet. He couldn't walk fast or long.
The child grew up again and then began to run with the God of Harvest.
Children run very fast and jump very high, and their sharp eyes can search for many useful resources.
More and more creatures are recovering on the earth.
They all squatted on the ground in a daze, or lay on the ice, constantly thinking about something, or simply staring blankly.
Some people also saw the God of Harvest and the Children, and instinctively followed.
They don’t know why they follow, maybe just to find a goal for themselves, and that goal has no goal.
One day, the child fell to his knees and looked at the things in front of him curiously.
The God of Harvest, who was dozing, opened his eyes open and then changed direction to continue sleeping, but the next moment, the God of Harvest jumped up.
A grass.
It is ugly, sticky, tightly attached to the ground, like a mouthful of thick phlegm and a lump of excrement.
But when he saw this thing, the God of Harvest jumped and jumped, and was filled with joy.
Then the child also jumped, but his feet slipped and fell on it.
The grass is gone, but this means that the land under your feet can nurture life, and this is the land that can survive.
The God of Harvest leads children and other followers to level the land, dredge rivers, search for materials that can be used from the melting ice, and build homes.
The God of Harvest wants to teach his old knowledge to children and other followers.
Unfortunately, 99% of knowledge has lost its purpose, so language is of some use.
But it's not used for too long, and the God of Harvest has long forgotten all the language and words.
The God of Harvest is thinking hard every day, recalling the previous knowledge, and then delving into whether this knowledge can still work.
It’s a pity that I haven’t used it for too long, so many things are blurred and forgotten, and I don’t know what to say when I say something.
The God of Harvest beat his head angrily, wishing to smash a crack, reach out to fiddle with his hand to see if he could find some residue.
Until one day, his subordinates carried the child to the God of Harvest. The child held a grass and smiled happily.
"Father, don't be angry..."
The God of Harvest did not pick up the grass, but widened his eyes and looked at the scars that were visible to the child's chest that were almost pierced through.
This grass grows in a crack in the ground. In order to pick it, the child slid his feet and fell down and was penetrated by an ice cone.
The God of Harvest cried and roared sadly: "I look for these plants to make you fill your stomach."
It’s a pity that the kids can never hear it again.
His hand was still stubbornly holding it, and it was not until the God of Harvest took the grass from his hand that it fell heavily.
Just as his mother sent him to the God of Harvest.
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